Duck Beach '08/ Find a Mate '08/ Birthday Weekend

Duck Beach is supposed to be the best thing to hit the East Coast LDS singles scene since caffeine-free Coke. It consists of hundreds of LDS singles spending their Memorial Day weekend staying in huge beach houses in North Carolina, strutting it on the beach, and kissing late at night in Hot Tubs. I have been hearing about it since October when I moved here, and people have been on Duck Beach diets, working out, and getting their back's waxed in preparation for this event. Though you all know how I love a plethora of sweet bra's, I was a little apprehensive of going, but I got the invite to a house and I do love the beach, so I went.

The beach is 6 hours from here, and I drove down with Tom. The car ride was great, and Tom and I now know way too much about each other. We rolled into town and had to drop food off at our house and then we had to camp the first night because our house wasn't open until Saturday afternoon. When we got to the camp site, everyone else was already asleep so we pitched our tent and fell asleep to the sounds of the nearby roadway. I felt like a kid sleeping in the backyard. It started raining sometime in the night but no worries because the tent was waterproof, I think Tom may have been a little peeved since we could have had spots in a house that night. We won him over with good chocolate.

The next morning we split from the group, popped on the aviators and Rachel, Tom and I got cozy in his truck while belting out Celine Dion and Timbaland, and headed to the beach. The cluds melted away to blue skies and the weather was perfect for catching rays, and zzz's since we were a little behind from sleeping on the ground. As we were laying there we got introduced to a few new people one of which said to me:
Him: "Your name is Destiny? I used to know a Destiny..."
Me: "Oh yeah? Where?"
Him: "Oh it was a while ago, in High School, in Bountiful, UT"
Me: "Yeah, That was me."

After the beach Rachel and I decided to walk and get our stuff, which was a much longer walk than we planned on, luckily we ran into an ice cream truck on the way, and we hitched a ride back to the house. Tom and Colton were talking up "The Dunes" so much, when they said they were going, I had to tag along. We went four-wheeling on these sand dunes by the beach, and we saw wild horses. We almost had to go Survivor style when we thought we were going to get stuck there and Tom's clutch was smoking, but we somehow made it out without being eaten by the wild horses.

We made it home just in time for the steel drum band and the hoards of people to invade, but left just before the table dancing started and the cops broke up the party for noise violations. Rachel, Michael and I went to his house for hot tubbing (again avoiding the sweet bra's).

Sunday was Rachel's birthday, and before she woke up we made her a card signed by everyone we knew, Sunday school by Preston in our bed with 6 others, more beach time, and I may have gotten annhialated at tennis with Michael. We went to a BBQ and I met two people who didn't glaze over when I told them about my job, it was great! We also had a birthday cake for me, Rachel and Allison, and introduced Michael to Rock Band. I feel a little dealer-esque, because I am pretty sure he is now an addict. We played it in the theatre room of the house, and it was money! That is the way to play Rock Band... but by the end my head was buzzing and I felt as if I had just left an actual concert.

Monday we took a small field trip to the house with the CRAZIEST name Jiggleitalittleitllopen. We sadly had to say goodbye to Duck Beach, and Rachel and I drove with Michael home, and we also now know way too much about each other.

Overall, the beach was a hit!

I'm moving!!

Not sure exactly when, or where, but it is happening soon.

The house that I have been housesitting/dogsitting/teenager watching has been on the market for a little while, and is now "under contract." Sadly, this means an end to my incredibly cheap rent, it does mean though, that soon I will live with roomies, which I am excited for; living alone can get a little, well, lonely.

I will be staying in the DC area, though I do have dreams of running off to some far off land and being an expatriate for a few years. Maybe next year....

The Fuzz

Let me paint the picture: Jenny drives a honda Accord, she is all of 5 feet tall and was wearing a tennis skirt. I look like I am maybe 20 years old, also clothed in workout gear, and am possibly the least intimidating person in DC. I also live in the safest area of DC, it feels like the suburbs and there is an elementary school across the street. Oh, and it was like 9:00p.m.

She was nice enough to drive me home after we played tennis, and we were sitting in her car chatting outside of my house. A cop pulled up and flashed his lights, so we pulled into my driveway thinking he wanted us to move our car. He followed us into the driveway, lights flashing. I got out of the car and went to talk to him, told him I lived there and we were just sitting and chatting in the car. He asked for my ID, which I presented and explained why it is from UT. He asked if I had anything that proved I lived there, to which I responded I would gladly whip out my keys to the place and give him a tour. He declined, but then told me that some neighbors called about two people sitting in a car outside of the house. I just smiled and looked confused. Luckily, he let us go, and we weren't arrested and questioned by the counter-terrorism unit in the DCPD.

It does make me wonder though, why are crime rates so high here? And is there possibly a better use of this cop's time, and our tax dollars, than making sure people aren't talking in cars?

I Heart Mom!

In honor of Mother's Day '08, I thought I would give the top 8 reasons my mom is the best:



1) Everytime I go home, she let's me raid her closet and lets me take all the best clothes.

2) She trusts me and my judgement. She let's me know I can make my own desicions, never second guesses them and sticks by me.

3) She put up with me as a child/didn't beat me when I would tell her "You are not the boss of me, I am the boss of myself."

4) When I tried to run away from home when I was 5, she helped me pack.

5) She is the best to share Popcorn and Licorice with.

6) She always makes everyone feel welcome (Laura, just eat the damn jello!) and loves everone, no matter what.

7) She taught me to fly-fish, a sport she is passionate about. She also took me camping and skiing as a kid, and made me the outdoors woman that I am.

8) She is more mechanically inclined than both of my father's (no offense to either of you). She has changed flat tires, fixed lawnmowers, ripped out carpet, and still makes dinner.

I love you Mom!

How much am I worth?

During a slow period at work, through the site humanforsale.com, I found out I am worth exactly $2,088,018...

In other news, I also have a post-race photo from Sunday. So pretty.

A few miles down, many more to go...

Last Sunday I rolled out of bed at 5:00 am, jetted down to the Potomac, and ran the Potomac River 1/2 Marathon. It was the ideal day to run, not humid, not a cloud in the sky, and a great course. It was a really small race, but there were still some great spectators, including a few people from my running group (thanks again you guys and I can never get too much Cowbell)! I felt good, and while my time (2:20) was a little slower than I had hoped, I was happy to have finished and still could walk afterwards, which was quite different than the whole marathon...

In a fit of stupidity though, during a g-chat conversation a friend told me to sign up for the Marine Corps Marathon, and I did it. Game on: October 28. There goes my summer plans of lounging by a pool all day Saturday sipping lemonade; now weekends will consist of long runs and Advil. On the plus side, when I collapse by the pool after my runs, my legs will be toned. And, I think it will help that a few friends are also running the MCM, we can all collapse together.